A/N – I hope this is now beginning to sound good! Keep reading and I hope you're enjoying it – please review! (Oh and sorry if there is any more typing errors lol I think I found one on the last chapter on the name Samantha) :D

Chapter 9 – Mrs Coulter and mysterious red heads

My mouth gaped open without me telling it to as she called behind her and black figures came through the door and made their way over to where I was standing. I just stood there frozen, unthinking and defenceless – they had wands, I did not. This was now getting very confusing.

Hagrid tried to block them away from me but their magic was too great and they all (with a great effort) blasted him to the side – and I still stood there like a lame goldfish.

*Is this the Gobblers that steal children?

No, of course they can't be, they're just some stupid freaky people that want to take you away.

Yeah?

Good point.*

As I was mentally trying to stop myself from having an argument – yeah I am mad, I managed to think up something quick.

*I think I've worked out something.

Good for you – what?

Doesn't matter now lets do this thing!

Hugh?

RUN! *

As fascinating as a magical fight was and how different and extra scary it was – I had to get the HELL out of there NOW as I was right in the middle of it! I stepped backwards, but as I did someone yanked me back by my hair, and believe me it HURT. It was her, the psycho, crazy woman that had just proved she hated me with unknown venom.

"Where is he Potter – I know you know – I want both of you dead!"

*OMG, this is now becoming extremely violent!

Hide your children now and don't read if you are under 12!

Shut up Lyra.

Argh PANIC!

Wait a sec – whose 'he'?

And why does she want me and 'he' dead?

My head hurts!

:O! The TWINS in the paper – NO!*

"What? I don't know what you mean!"

*The pain!*

"Oh so you can talk." Her voice was dripping in sarcasm. "Of course you know who he is you stupid girl!"

I tried to match her tone to tell her that I was unafraid of her.

"How am I supposed to know where 'he' is anyway – I don't even know who 'he' is."

She pulled my hair tighter still – I was pretty used to this by now however, this was no different to what Dudley and his gang did to me every day at school. Furthermore I had had practice getting out of those situations; however these people were powerful magicians. Okay time to start thinking out a plan.

"No matter, if you really don't know where he is then you won't have as long to live."

She finally let go of my hair. FREEDOM!...nearly. This was my chance, I quickly ducked under their legs and out through the open door and down the street – one of my better qualities, running as I've had so much practice from Dudley. Of course they got the message straight away and are now on my tail.

*Hmm I wonder whether I can do that freaky roof thing now...

Don't try.

Why not?

Dunno.

Helpful.*

I ran for as long as I could until something appeared in my way up ahead then all I saw was a red head and then suddenly felt sick and had a strange pulling feeling around my navel. Then – I landed.

I landed in an old-fashioned kitchen, on the floor. God I felt dizzy…woah – what just happened? There was a pan and brush nearby doing the washing up by itself…I should've known – magic. I scrambled up – where am I? I looked around and saw a strange clock with loads of red heads on each hand – instead of numbers around the edge of the clock it had places like: Home, Lost, Work etc or it had: Mortal Peril which one of the hands had just been on a second ago but was now going toward the Home…thing. The woman on the hand was standing right next to me now staring at me. I turned toward her.

"Hello dear, sorry about that, I must have frightened you to death. I am Molly Weasley and it was Hagrid that summoned me to come and help you out. Would you like anything dear? Food? Hot chocolate? You must have had quite a shock.

*yes I did, thanks for telling me*

"Er, no, I'm fine thank you. I…can you please explain to me what happened?"

"Oh yes, sorry dear. I came to get you and brought you back by Apparition."

"Apparition?"

"Yes, Hagrid said you'd be a bit clueless about our world still. As you've seen it takes you from one place to the other. Don't worry, we'll look after you, think of me as a mother and a friend. I've got some children you can get to know; they'll be around here somewhere… you'll be safe here with us, we'll sort everything out and we'll all go and get Hogwarts equipment tomorrow dear through the Flu Network instead so we can avoid The Leakey Cauldron."

Ah so that was the name of the pub – I remember seeing that hanging up now. She seems great – I seem to be making a lot of friends fast recently – and a lot of enemies too…

"Oh, right – thanks very much Mrs Weasley, I really appreciate that. Sorry but what's the Flu Network?"

"It's another way of travelling, dear, you'll see."

No sooner had she said that the fire place lit up into flames and a red haired man stepped out of the fire place. I jumped out of my skin!

"Afternoon Arthur, and try not to give our new guest a heart attack – she's been through enough already without all that."

"Oh sorry, but that's why I came back early – I heard about Lyra and that Coulter woman, so I came as quickly as possible."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the hand with 'Arthur' on go from work to home on the magic clock – cool.

"Er, sorry but how do people know who I am?"

"Gosh she really is clueless, molly." Said who I assumed was Mr Weasley. Mrs Weasley nodded at him with a sad expression on her face.

"What do you know, dear?"

"Nothing about myself, apart from I've just found out how my parents died through a vision that was sprung upon me through my Hogwarts letter."

They exchanged looks of concern and shock. So I take it this is not normal then.

"And you…uh, don't know anything other than that then, Lyra?" asked Mr Weasley.

"No, I honestly don't – why, is there more I need to know?"

*What a stupid question Lyra!

What?

Of course there's more – how confusing is this – and who's 'he' and 'You-Know-Who'?

Oh yeah*

They both exchanged a glance again, but at that moment a small girl with red hair came running down the stairs, about a year younger than me actually. Ooh that reminded me – it's my birthday today and I forgot! Silly me, I'm now 11! She went to her mum, unseeing me.

"Mummy, have you seen my jumper?"

"Yes dear, it's on the cat."

ON the cat? Then the girl saw me, her eyes widened and she ran back up the stairs faster than she had come down. Oh, that was a bad start.

"What did I do?" I asked, confused.

"You didn't do anything, dear, I expect you just gave her a bit of a fright." Mrs Weasley said.

"Why would I give her a fright?"

"You say you don't know anything?" Mr Weasley questioned me.

He came and sat across from me on the other side of the table and then looked at me with something unsure in his eyes.

"Well, no I don't but Hagrid mentioned some stuff about someone called 'You-Know-Who' and then that Coulter person mentioned the 'Dark Lord'. Are they the same…person?"

"Ah…yes that is the same person, and that would probably be a good place to start." Said Mr Weasley standing up, picking up his wand and pointing it at the kettle – the kettle started to boil – wow!

"So who is this person?"

"This person is one of the evillest wizards to walk the Earth…no-one speaks his name in fear of what might come if they did – people fear him that much. Some believe that he is now dead…others reckon he's still out there somewhere, too tired to carry on. 10 years ago today he went missing when on one of his usual killing sprees. He was after something different this time however – not just to kill or torture for information or just for the sake of it – but for another purpose. He went to a house in Godric's Hollow in search of someone – we don't know why. The house he went to contained a family of four – a mother, a father and their twin babies, a boy and a girl both only just one year old. Apart from the boy was nowhere to be found at the time of the incident."

*that would explain why I don't remember him

How do you know they are talking about you?

The vision- this is what I remember happening, in a minute I'm gonna get saved by my parents

And they'll die.

Yeah*

"And so he came after you Lyra." He said realising that I knew the rest from my vision. "Your father and mother died in the attempt of trying to save you. But something happened that night that stopped him, Lyra, again no-one is sure why, but something about you stopped him. Knowing that there was going to be an attack the ministry sent Dementors from Azkaban Prison after him, I don't know whether they found him or not but-"

"They did." I interrupted, "I remember seeing these big black creatures – were they them? They sound horrible…were horrible and made me feel so miserable... and is that how I got this burn?" I asked pointing to the permanent wound on my forehead.

"Yes, we believe so." Mr Weasley said.

"So how do people know me then?"

"For bringing down the evillest wizard of all time and saving us just as an infant." Mrs Weasley explained.

"So who is this other person then? I didn't realise I had a twin brother!"